"The sword is majestic and magnificent, but it is not extremely fierce. Instead, it carries a kind of lofty and arrogant feeling, as if sitting on the nine heavens. To have such a sword intent..."

Ye Wuque's bright eyes reflected the boiling sword light, and he whispered to himself.

Aoxian Sword Sect!

These four words instantly appeared in his mind. This was Ye Wuque's first reaction.

This kind of lofty and arrogant sword intent is not the way of the Canglang Sword Sect in the Cape Neiguan. Moreover, it is so pure and unstoppable. The Canglang Sword Sect is far from being so powerful.

Then only the Aoxian Sword Sect, which is one of the supreme overlords along with the Ancient Alliance of the Gods and the Desperate Demon Realm, can have it.

Moreover, although the tall figure in the boiling sword light is blurry, Ye Wuque's perception shows that the other party is very young.

The identity of the person who came is obvious.

"What a pity..."

"It's not... Lao Feng..."

Ye Wuque murmured, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by a faint sense of missing.

In fact, when Ye Wuque first saw the boiling sword light appearing, his heart couldn't help but tremble!

At that moment, the two words "Lao Feng" gushed out of his heart, full of surprise!

But after sensing the sword intent and sword momentum, Ye Wuque knew that this was not the case.

No one remembered Lao Feng's sword intent more clearly and deeply than him, and the person who came was not Lao Feng at all.

A sense of melancholy flowed in Ye Wuque's heart.

Although he was very eager and looking forward to it, Ye Wuque knew that the probability of Lao Feng appearing here was too small.

The mysterious creature said very clearly that there was more than one way to leave the starry sky!

The half-broken vertical pupil forcibly sent himself out of the starry sky, and he took the passage leading to the Jiujie Valley.

Before him, the only two people who could be sure to leave the starry sky were Luo Beihuang and Yashen Zhenyi! Among them

, the passage that Yashen Zhenyi took was the same as his own, and it also passed through the Jiujie Valley. This was recorded by the Valley Master of Jiujie Valley.

And Yashen Zhenyi was accepted as a registered disciple by the mysterious creature predecessor, who taught him some inheritance and finally sent him out of the Shenhuang Dynasty.

As for the damn thing Luo Beihuang...

he did not take the Jiujie Valley passage, but another passage.

What about Lao Feng?

Ye Wuque never had any doubts about whether Lao Feng could successfully break through to the extraordinary soul saint.

But he could not be sure that Lao Feng would definitely take the Jiujie Valley passage after being sent out of the starry sky by the half-broken vertical pupil.

Maybe there is a great chance... not!

For a while, Ye Wuque's thoughts surged in his heart. He missed Feng Caichen and Yu Jiaoxue. He recalled all kinds of people and things under the starry sky. Facing the cool breeze of dawn, he seemed a little crazy.

At the same time, some questions slowly emerged in Ye Wuque's heart.

Did Yashen Zhenyi, who was sent into the real Shenhuang by the mysterious creature predecessor, also enter the Supreme Continent? If so, did he leave any traces? Did he join a supreme overlord like him?

And finally, how did Yagami Shinichi leave this world?

Was it the same way that Senior Sixty-Six took the little fat man away? Just as

Ye Wuque was immersed in his thoughts, the sword light that was boiling for millions of miles suddenly alarmed Shouyou Fortress!

Buzz buzz buzz! !

The countless guarding restrictions that originally guarded the gate of the fortress burst into an extremely terrifying forbidden light at this moment, steaming the void, emitting a devastating power, enough to destroy everything!

And the boiling sword light stopped a hundred miles away from the entrance of the fortress, and slowly began to shrink.

Finally, a tall figure appeared in the void!

A black martial robe fluttered in the wind. He carried

an ancient sword on his back. Even if the sword was not unsheathed, it still exuded a natural sword momentum and a shocking evil spirit!

It was like nurturing the evil spirit of the world, all in one sword.

He was nurturing the sword at any time and place, and was ready to draw the sword at any time and place.

And the sword is still like this before it is unsheathed. If it is unsheathed, it will definitely be earth-shattering!

This is a young man who looks less than 30 years old, with a handsome face, fair skin, three-dimensional facial features, especially a pair of eyes!

Interwoven with strange brilliance, both sharp and chaotic, giving people a feeling of not knowing the years.

But at this moment, the most attractive thing is not this man's eyes, but what he is holding in his hands.

There are three heads!

Bloody!

The blood on them has not dried yet, still dripping into the void, and even if only the heads are left, they still exude a strong murderous aura, shaking the ten directions.

"Who is coming!!"

A loud shout came from the fortress, exploding in the void, with a strong sense of vigilance.

In the void.

The sword-carrying man holding three bloody heads looked at the fortress from a distance with a pair of eyes, and a calm voice slowly sounded.

"Aoxian Sword Sect... Geshu Nantian."

The man revealed his identity!

This sentence was like a thousand waves, and immediately made all the guards on the fortress change color!

Aoxian Sword Sect!

It was from the Supreme Continent, one of the supreme overlords who was on par with the Ancient Alliance of the Gods and the Desperate Demon Realm.

"Look at the head he's holding! What an amazing murderous aura, and it also contains the breath of the Nine Netherworld! That's... the quasi-Netherworld general! That's the head of the quasi-Netherworld general!"

A sharp-eyed guard noticed this and immediately spoke in shock.

"Hahahahaha... open the door!"

Suddenly, a long laugh sounded, and a figure rushed up to the fortress. It was the Thousand Eyes leader.

The Thousand Eyes leader looked at Ge Shu Nantian, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes. Buzz

buzz buzz!

At that moment, the radiance of the protective ban suddenly dissipated completely, and Geshu Wuyou, who was standing in the void, immediately flew over and landed on the fortress wall.

"Welcome, Brother Geshu."

The Thousand Eyes leader took the initiative to step forward and said with a smile.

"I am Geshu Nantian from the Aoxian Sword Sect, and I am honored to meet the Thousand Eyes leader."

Geshu Nantian bowed slightly and spoke calmly. He seemed to be very frugal with words, and this sentence was also full of ups and downs.

"Hahahaha! The quasi-swordsman

of the Aoxian Sword Sect is here. You're welcome. Are these the heads of the quasi-ghost generals?" The Thousand Eyes leader looked at the three bloody heads in Geshu Nantian's hand.

"A gift for meeting."

Geshu Nantian's words were concise and still calm.

The Thousand Eyes leader was stunned, and then laughed even louder.

Three heads of quasi-ghost generals!

This is an extremely heavy gift for meeting!

"Okay, okay, okay! Brother Geshu, you are the fourth supreme overlord to reach my Cape Guarding Fortress."

"Before you, the top prodigies from Despair Demon Realm, Jade Guanghan Palace, and Ancient God Alliance have already come, but two of them are not here for the time being." When

the Thousand Eyes Leader said this, Geshu Nantian's eyes moved immediately, and he said directly: "Who is here?"

"Brother Ye Wuque, the quasi-spiritual son of the Ancient God Alliance, is here."

"Ye Wuque of the Ancient God Alliance..."

Geshu Nantian repeated this sentence.

"Brother Geshu, go and have a good rest first."

Half a day later.

The morning sun rose and hung high in the sky.

On the balcony, Ye Wuque sat here alone, from dawn until now, facing the cool breeze, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

There is wind, wine, and memories.

For Ye Wuque, it is enough.

Whoosh! !

At this moment, a figure fell from the sky and landed on the balcony, carrying an ancient sword, and it was Geshu Nantian.

"Ge Shunantian from the Aoxian Sword Sect."

"Are you Ye Wuque?"

Ge Shunantian introduced himself, staring at Ye Wuque with a pair of confused eyes.

Ye Wuque was still drinking by himself, as if he didn't hear anything.

"I heard that you killed eighteen quasi-ghost generals by yourself."

Ge Shunantian didn't seem to care about Ye Wuque's attitude, and continued to speak on his own.

"I can feel... you are very strong."

"This makes me a little excited."

Ge Shunantian took a step forward lightly, and a sharp light flashed in his confused eyes.

"Can I test my sword?"

"Prove my sharpness!"

An overwhelming fighting spirit spread from Ge Shunantian's body, surging like waves!

He actually directly invited Ye Wuque to fight and wanted to draw his sword to try!

This is clearly a sword fanatic!

At the table, Ye Wuque gently put down his wine glass, and looked at Geshu Nantian with a pair of bright and deep eyes, as if he saw a shadow of someone in him, but suddenly said: "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

Geshu Nantian was very straightforward.

"The surname Geshu is very rare. Is there an ancestor named 'Geshu Wuyou' in your ancestors?"